The Alpha King's Claim novel Chapter 38

The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 38 by desirenovel

Yes, for whatever inexplicable reason, I was filled with the mad urge to please this man. Despite how unpracticed I was in this aspect, I was acting bold and sure. The thought of him hating women was lost in my mind. He didn’t seem to act like one back at the party and he wasn’t rejecting me as I advanced now.

My wrist mark ached in sync with this need and it got my mind reeling of how good this ache felt as opposed to my earlier painful experiences back on Earth. I had already solved the puzzle with regard to this and it all went down to distance. The farther away I was from the king, the painful the mark throbbed, and the closer I am to him, well… it doesn’t require a rocket scientist to figure that out.

Maybe this wrist mark indeed had some incantation embedded so that we couldn’t escape each other or maybe it worked to remind us we were married. Whatever it was, I wished I knew the answer.

However, in the meantime, my priority was the king’s pleasure. Without over-analyzing it or even worrying about how inexperienced I was with this aspect, I opened his pants, freed his majestic size, and rubbed it with my palm and let the next steps run its course. I let my sense of touch guide me as I pumped him hard and fast.

I heard him groan many times and judging from the look of pure bliss on his face, he was enjoying it.

I grinned as I gazed up at him.

He was beautiful like this: creased forehead, furrowed brows, tensed jawline, and clenched teeth. His nostrils flared too as he breathed in and out in a ragged way. His warm breath fanned my face many times as he towered above me, hands on both sides of the wooden door. I felt caged in like a mouse, but a mouse with the upper hand.

Deciding to look down, I gaped at the sight that welcomed me. I knew he was huge judging from my sense of touch, but I didn’t expect it would look this handsome. He had little to no pubic hair and what I anticipated to be wrinkly and gray, actually looked so much better. His skin was taut and smooth. It was a light brown to pink with what I could gather as pre-cum in the middle. He was divine and a part of me—that very bold, excited part—actually wanted to feel it with my mouth.

And so, without further reasoning, I knelt down just as I clutched his balls. With my mouth near his cock, I stuck out my tongue and licked his introductory juice. Hell, he tasted unlike anything I ever tasted before and I was left wanting more.

“Fu…ck!” King Aero groaned out as I placed his size completely inside my mouth. It was a mouthful, yes, but it was the best mouthful experience I had in my life.

Continuing my mission, I slid his cock out of my mouth with a slight pop at the end. He reacted by pushing his hips forward and pressing his head against my lips again.

I was eager to welcome it back in with a hard suck.

“Hmmrghh…” he voiced out incoherently. Whatever it was he said, I had a strong feeling it meant to be a praise, not a curse.

Feeling pleased with his reaction, I started a constant rhythm with his cock. A lick here and a lick there, a suck here and a blow there, a squeeze here and a pump there—they were all a deadly combination until he grunted loudly and his hips pushed forward and away from my face.

I watched, surprised, as he grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me up in less than a second followed by his cock easing in between my closed thighs using the slit of my gown.

“King Ae…ro!” I cried out as he started dry humping me like a mad dog—or in this case, like a mad wolf.

Grabbing my arm, he pushed me harder against the wall. His head flexed down and afterward, I felt his hot mouth on my neck. His teeth grazed me and actually, he was almost on the verge of biting, then his tongue stuck out.

Goosebumps erupted all over my body again when I felt him lap my skin. It felt wonderful and with this, I cried out a loud moan of pleasure.

“Fu…ck. Fu…arghhhhh!” His heightened voice reverberated all over the room as I witnessed his climax. His white liquid profusely flowed down my legs as he emptied himself on me. I was left speechless; my heart double working to its full capacity; my face completely a shade of red.

Silence reigned thereafter for a few minutes; our heavy breathing the only sound that teased our ears.

He continued to hold me, while I allowed myself to be pressed up by the hard plane of his chest. I could hear the wild beating of his heart. It was the same as mine.

“You…” then he stated in a drawn-out breath, “what fucking game are you playing at?” Our eyes locked; his tourmaline orbs swirling with depth.

“No games,” I answered without shame, “This is just me acting on my desire.”